The Intruder
(A semi-fictional account)
Dear Intruder,
I am all woke, ultra-liberal, and more, when it comes to general debate, and world affairs. However, I can get as lulled (opposite of woke, no?), ultra-conservative, and even more, when it comes to areas of life that actually impact me. I don’t want you in my backyard — Consider me a NIMBY. Is that clear?
I do believe your life matters. All lives matter. Sure, why not? Right? But not at an inconvenience to me. You (and your clan) will be ex-terminated, as you will see shortly. You know what, I already poisoned you. One of you or your brethren consumed it, and has rapidly spread it to others. Poor you. Trust me, it does make my heart heavy that you should die such a death. But then, like I said, I don’t like your presence.
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You can keep circling here as much as you wish. I know you are looking for water. The poison makes you do that, I heard. Nonetheless, not only will you not get water, you will die before the sun rises. Hope to see your body lying here that I can unceremoniously throw away tomorrow. Don’t keep shaking your little limbs, clutching to whatever little is left of your life.
Inform this to your other friend too, who is hiding there and looking at me with the corner of his eyes. Or is it her eyes? Or whatever gender they identify themselves with. It’s only the cocks that get noticed, I hear. The hens are busy producing new babies, huh? Everyone, each one of them, will face the same fate, mind you!
As a group, you definitely are superior to mine. I hear you were around even when the previous known bullies roamed this planet. Now they are all gone. But you still thrive. Similarly, one day, we — the current bullies — will all be gone. Yet, you may be around. That doesn’t matter. In a battle of one to one, man to man, you and me, I win, and you lose. That’s what matters.
See you (or your corpse) in the morning. Good night. Or Good after life. Whatever.
